Storyteller
Orator
I write and speak
my present
My future
Figuring out that without my art
I AM DEAD
chokehold on bitter tears running down sad faces
I have to do this
To survive
To live
To be free
Poetry was always just for me
Never shared, read outloud
Do you want to hear?
Words don't fail me now Spill out like the wails of mothers losing their babies at the auction block words comfort me like the prayers at dawn during The Fast to our benevolent God Muster up lifelong
It feels like flushed cheeks and pulsating jawbones It feels empty It feels like blood rapidly popping as it travels from heart It feels like nothing It feels like under/over eating It feels like a vo
The anxiety makes the stomach flip The depression makes the limbs heavy The tug and pull Is overwhelming and nauseating Gags Short breaths Teeth chattering Big sighs as tears roll down
